War Poem

May 2, 2017

Goldfish-shaped balloons tense at coming fire, the sensorreels and leaves stutter out the window of the cell where the translatorpeels oranges for the fallen leader. The city dims. Godof infinite sets, god of the craters not visible to the nakedeye: nothing prepared me for this. A man crosses the city,traveling with his sister to somewhere safe, at last the roar paling behind them.But she falls and cannot walk, so he carries her.He carries her and carries her until he cannot carry her. Then he puts her down. He puts her down in the shade.